02-01-2019, 04:02 PM
Puja
Puja screamed! She knew it was all futile, as Prof Bharadwaj’s quarter was situated at the very end of the lane and the two houses before it were lying empty and unoccupied for long. The only person who was likely to visit was the postman, who made the usual rounds in the late afternoon only.
Bhimu held out the giant scorpion inches just a wee bit from her face, held by a pair of kitchen tongs at its abdomen. ‘Eeek’, she retched looking at the red and brown scales of the vermin. Bhimu’s eyes had a strange glint – he was enjoying the show. ‘Bastard, must be high on something’, Puja thought warily, ‘That’s when the lout gets dangerous.’ … … She gave another futile tug at the bonds on her wrist. It was of no use. The fucker loved tormenting her … … She turned her glance to the venomous creature struggling between the tongs, its legs and pincers were thrashing out erratically and the tell-tale tail with the stinger and its bulbous venom sac in its deadly arc - she was already feeling giddy … bit by bit, she found her resistance going away … and there was nothing to be done … save wait for whatever the professor’s wife and the servant had in store for her…
The malkin was gone and Bhimu drew the insect towards him. “Chiki-chiki”, he crooned at it even as the scorpion tried to strike back at any target. He loved the creature, mmmm, it was his pet. Many a times before he had held its tail and stolen a small prick – ahhh what a high that thing gave, better than all the ganja that he smoked … ‘Maybe later on’, he said to himself … Carefully he put it back into an empty glass bottle and sealed the cap. Then he went back to the kitchen and took out the ganja stuffed beedi and went out to the backyard for a smoothie session, …
Puja struggled once again, but the bonds were tight. Mrs. Bharadwaj had ordered her to come about eleven and she had to. Once inside, she had kissed the latter’s sandal and as was the routine, taken off all her clothes; which she had folded and kept in a pile on the sofa. Then the professor’s wife had marched her naked to the inside verandah and the sessions had begun. Her hands were tied together and the knot looped over to a hook on the wall. First had come the beating, the wooden ruler on her bums. “Nice coloration”, Mrs. Bharadwaj had exclaimed after ten minutes when she had almost collapsed against the ropes above. “Turn around”, came the order and she had followed. The wooden ruler was replaced by a fly swatter and this time it was her exposed pubic mound that received the slap-slap-slaps. Periodically, an edge of the plastic would brush against her clit and that was when she would almost pass out. It was sheer pain, brilliant pain, pure like the agony of walking over burning coals …
Mrs. Bharadwaj had pulled a dining chair to seat and Bhimu had taken over. He had released her from the wall hook and made her sit on the floor besides the dining table. Her extended hands and legs were tied to the table legs. She had tested her bonds – they were secure. Her face was covered with fluids – a combination of tears, sweat, running nose and saliva. “Bhimu has something special for you today”, Mrs. Bharadwaj said and before she could think of any reaction in her now pain riddled brain; the servant had taken out a giant scorpion and thrust it near her face. Instinctively she had started screaming… Ah! The release, the absolute release and pain as the cleanser … she shuddered and passed out.
Later, she had waked up to Bhimu splashing water on her face. With half opened eyes, she observed that Mrs. Bharadwaj was gone from her chair and it was now the turn of Bhimu. She opened her eyes half wide. In one hand he had the scorpion caught in tongs and dangling before her … she started sobbing again but Bhimu was unmoved. He put his other hand on her pussy and stuck two thick fingers inside. Puja felt the jab of his fingers and her mouth flew open as the fresh pain flooded her inside. He started doing the see-saw motion, which tore her pussy, … …, there was nothing that she could do … … until the brute relented.
And then he had put away the scorpion in the glass bottle and gone inside the kitchen. Later he had stridden past her to the courtyard outside and she had heard him strike a matchstick – no doubt to have a smoke. She was right, for he returned a couple of minutes later and the stench of beedi trailed him …
Bhimu half closed his eyes, he was on a real high. ‘My, my; this ganja was good stuff’, he remarked and made a note to purchase more of the same stock today before it ran out. He felt a slight tremor in his hands, his mind was spinning. There was something that he was forgetting, something, what what what?’ Then his gaze fell on the bottled creature, ah that was it. ‘Must not get forgetful’, he chided himself. And yes, he felt so on top of the world, it was so peaceful … Suddenly, he remembered the stings that he used to have from the per scorpion and his mood brightened…. ‘The pain was so heavenly’ … He must give that to the girl, but … … later, … … , now his head cleared up. ‘Yes that was it – he had to fuck that girl …’
In a moment, he was besides Puja and discarded his dirty lungi aside. He shook his cock for a bit and when he sensed it coming to life, plunged it directly into Puja’s mouth. Puja gagged at the sudden assault, but she knew the brute and his methods. It was best to get it over at the earliest. Obediently, she opened her mouth wide to accommodate the monster, which was now poking at her tonsils. She relaxed her throat muscles, allowing the thick cock to intrude … The bile rose of instantly but she killed the reflex gag… It was a question of time …
Bhimu kept on thrusting inside … ‘Ahhh, what pleasure’, he was floating among the clouds and the nymphs of heaven were dancing all around him. ‘Ahhh, how much he loved that and the ganja was truly remarkable …’ He was approaching the highlands now … and he increased the thrust …
“Bhimu, leave her”, the slow voice of Mrs. Bharadwaj penetrated the vapors of his brain. But he couldn’t, could he? He was so close, he had to keep going, … … , he kept on thrusting …
The sting of the whip, on his back was sharp. Involuntarily he arched back, driving his pelvis fully into Puja’s face and banging her head with the table frame. Then there was a second strike, crisscrossing the first, for it was Mrs. Bharadwaj, who had come with the forked whip, to have another go at Puja and found the manservant irksome. She had used the leash.
With the second lashing; Bhimu had turned around. His eyes were red rimmed. His befuddled mind no longer registered that it was the mistress of the house that he was facing. All that he perceived was an angry demon who had stopped him from climbing to paradise. He had to put down the demon. He moved forward and clutched her by the throat …
Puja watched in horror as Bhimu pushed back Mrs. Bharadwaj, by the throat, out of the verandah and into her bedroom. Bhimu held her by her throat and so she couldn’t make any sound other than a gurgle. Then they were in the bedroom and there were faint sounds of her struggle. After a few minutes, Bhimu came out.
His eyes held a wild look. Puja was truly afraid now. Where was the professor? He had said, that he would be back by noon and Kajol was supposed to join them as well. She watched, her eyes wide, as Bhimu rode to the kitchen and came out with a knife … Puja thought rapidly, she had to do something, and it had to be immediate.
“Bhimu”, she called out to him urgently but he was going away, “Come fuck me … now …” Bhimu paused and looked at her. “Come, take me in my asshole … …”, she uttered the disgusting words.
Immediately, he retuned to her. With the knife, he sawed at the knots on one hand and when it was free, he shifted to the other. Midway, he grew impatient and just turned her around. Stroking his semi-erect cock, he brought it to acceptable hardness. Then without any further ado, he drove inside her ass. Puja had anticipated the sudden assault and clenched her eyes shut, but her mind was racing. She opened her eyes and searched for the knife, it was within her reach. As Bhimu, went on pounding behind her, she got the knife and severed the remaining bindings. Bhimu was too gone by the time to care. She needed time to think, time to act – the first important thing was to get to her clothes and next to get out of the house…
After he had erupted inside her, he had become quiet. He laid down on the floor and closed his eyes. The exertion and the sexual release had done the trick. Bhimu started snoring. That is when she picked up the courage to stand up. She looked back at him, he was sleeping peacefully, and then she dashed into the drawing room. Putting on her clothes hastily, she stole a look at the bedroom door; but she didn’t dare to go in. Hurriedly, she took out her mobile and called the professor …
“Come, urgent, Bhimu is mad…” The mobile flew from her hand as Bhimu’s fist smashed her face. With horror, she realized that the beast was awake, and looking at her with blood rimmed eyes. The knife glistened in his hand.
Pure survival instincts saved her. She dashed to the door, opened it and ran out. Bhimu, gave chase but stumbled over, he was still on a high … Puja ran without looking back, forgetting everything for she had to cover the next couple of hundred meters … to reach safety … it was that or her life …
* * *
Kajol looked at her watch and made a face.
“Don’t worry”, Mr. Rao assured her, “We will reach in time.”
Preeti had helped her in arranging the bed and otherwise clean-up.
“Thank you”, she had said gratefully, for she was running late for tryst with the professor. Preeti had only smiled back.
On the way to the University, Mr. Rao had insisted on picking some food on the way. Though she had said no, she was grateful for the couple of sandwiches forced on her. She was hungry after their romp, but only realized that later. All her attention was on the time that she would arrive. In their presence, she couldn’t possibly place a call to the professor. That bugged her. It was already nearing one pm and she didn’t know how the professor would take to her arriving late. Moreover, she had asked Mr. Rao to have her dropped at the department building, for of course she couldn’t mention that she had to go to his residence. It was a good fifteen minute walk between the two. Involuntarily, she started chewing on a nail…
They dropped her at the department and she walked to the professor’s chamber – might as well have a look – in case he was here. On the way, she took out her mobile and placed a call to him. The phone went on ringing and ringing..
By the time, she had arrived at his chamber and found the doors open. And his cellphone was ringing right there on his desk. ‘What the hell happened?’, she cried in alarm. What made him leave without the phone, she wondered, as she checked the attached bathroom and he wasn’t anywhere inside …
She lowered herself into a chair, wondering what to do …
Puja screamed! She knew it was all futile, as Prof Bharadwaj’s quarter was situated at the very end of the lane and the two houses before it were lying empty and unoccupied for long. The only person who was likely to visit was the postman, who made the usual rounds in the late afternoon only.
Bhimu held out the giant scorpion inches just a wee bit from her face, held by a pair of kitchen tongs at its abdomen. ‘Eeek’, she retched looking at the red and brown scales of the vermin. Bhimu’s eyes had a strange glint – he was enjoying the show. ‘Bastard, must be high on something’, Puja thought warily, ‘That’s when the lout gets dangerous.’ … … She gave another futile tug at the bonds on her wrist. It was of no use. The fucker loved tormenting her … … She turned her glance to the venomous creature struggling between the tongs, its legs and pincers were thrashing out erratically and the tell-tale tail with the stinger and its bulbous venom sac in its deadly arc - she was already feeling giddy … bit by bit, she found her resistance going away … and there was nothing to be done … save wait for whatever the professor’s wife and the servant had in store for her…
The malkin was gone and Bhimu drew the insect towards him. “Chiki-chiki”, he crooned at it even as the scorpion tried to strike back at any target. He loved the creature, mmmm, it was his pet. Many a times before he had held its tail and stolen a small prick – ahhh what a high that thing gave, better than all the ganja that he smoked … ‘Maybe later on’, he said to himself … Carefully he put it back into an empty glass bottle and sealed the cap. Then he went back to the kitchen and took out the ganja stuffed beedi and went out to the backyard for a smoothie session, …
Puja struggled once again, but the bonds were tight. Mrs. Bharadwaj had ordered her to come about eleven and she had to. Once inside, she had kissed the latter’s sandal and as was the routine, taken off all her clothes; which she had folded and kept in a pile on the sofa. Then the professor’s wife had marched her naked to the inside verandah and the sessions had begun. Her hands were tied together and the knot looped over to a hook on the wall. First had come the beating, the wooden ruler on her bums. “Nice coloration”, Mrs. Bharadwaj had exclaimed after ten minutes when she had almost collapsed against the ropes above. “Turn around”, came the order and she had followed. The wooden ruler was replaced by a fly swatter and this time it was her exposed pubic mound that received the slap-slap-slaps. Periodically, an edge of the plastic would brush against her clit and that was when she would almost pass out. It was sheer pain, brilliant pain, pure like the agony of walking over burning coals …
Mrs. Bharadwaj had pulled a dining chair to seat and Bhimu had taken over. He had released her from the wall hook and made her sit on the floor besides the dining table. Her extended hands and legs were tied to the table legs. She had tested her bonds – they were secure. Her face was covered with fluids – a combination of tears, sweat, running nose and saliva. “Bhimu has something special for you today”, Mrs. Bharadwaj said and before she could think of any reaction in her now pain riddled brain; the servant had taken out a giant scorpion and thrust it near her face. Instinctively she had started screaming… Ah! The release, the absolute release and pain as the cleanser … she shuddered and passed out.
Later, she had waked up to Bhimu splashing water on her face. With half opened eyes, she observed that Mrs. Bharadwaj was gone from her chair and it was now the turn of Bhimu. She opened her eyes half wide. In one hand he had the scorpion caught in tongs and dangling before her … she started sobbing again but Bhimu was unmoved. He put his other hand on her pussy and stuck two thick fingers inside. Puja felt the jab of his fingers and her mouth flew open as the fresh pain flooded her inside. He started doing the see-saw motion, which tore her pussy, … …, there was nothing that she could do … … until the brute relented.
And then he had put away the scorpion in the glass bottle and gone inside the kitchen. Later he had stridden past her to the courtyard outside and she had heard him strike a matchstick – no doubt to have a smoke. She was right, for he returned a couple of minutes later and the stench of beedi trailed him …
Bhimu half closed his eyes, he was on a real high. ‘My, my; this ganja was good stuff’, he remarked and made a note to purchase more of the same stock today before it ran out. He felt a slight tremor in his hands, his mind was spinning. There was something that he was forgetting, something, what what what?’ Then his gaze fell on the bottled creature, ah that was it. ‘Must not get forgetful’, he chided himself. And yes, he felt so on top of the world, it was so peaceful … Suddenly, he remembered the stings that he used to have from the per scorpion and his mood brightened…. ‘The pain was so heavenly’ … He must give that to the girl, but … … later, … … , now his head cleared up. ‘Yes that was it – he had to fuck that girl …’
In a moment, he was besides Puja and discarded his dirty lungi aside. He shook his cock for a bit and when he sensed it coming to life, plunged it directly into Puja’s mouth. Puja gagged at the sudden assault, but she knew the brute and his methods. It was best to get it over at the earliest. Obediently, she opened her mouth wide to accommodate the monster, which was now poking at her tonsils. She relaxed her throat muscles, allowing the thick cock to intrude … The bile rose of instantly but she killed the reflex gag… It was a question of time …
Bhimu kept on thrusting inside … ‘Ahhh, what pleasure’, he was floating among the clouds and the nymphs of heaven were dancing all around him. ‘Ahhh, how much he loved that and the ganja was truly remarkable …’ He was approaching the highlands now … and he increased the thrust …
“Bhimu, leave her”, the slow voice of Mrs. Bharadwaj penetrated the vapors of his brain. But he couldn’t, could he? He was so close, he had to keep going, … … , he kept on thrusting …
The sting of the whip, on his back was sharp. Involuntarily he arched back, driving his pelvis fully into Puja’s face and banging her head with the table frame. Then there was a second strike, crisscrossing the first, for it was Mrs. Bharadwaj, who had come with the forked whip, to have another go at Puja and found the manservant irksome. She had used the leash.
With the second lashing; Bhimu had turned around. His eyes were red rimmed. His befuddled mind no longer registered that it was the mistress of the house that he was facing. All that he perceived was an angry demon who had stopped him from climbing to paradise. He had to put down the demon. He moved forward and clutched her by the throat …
Puja watched in horror as Bhimu pushed back Mrs. Bharadwaj, by the throat, out of the verandah and into her bedroom. Bhimu held her by her throat and so she couldn’t make any sound other than a gurgle. Then they were in the bedroom and there were faint sounds of her struggle. After a few minutes, Bhimu came out.
His eyes held a wild look. Puja was truly afraid now. Where was the professor? He had said, that he would be back by noon and Kajol was supposed to join them as well. She watched, her eyes wide, as Bhimu rode to the kitchen and came out with a knife … Puja thought rapidly, she had to do something, and it had to be immediate.
“Bhimu”, she called out to him urgently but he was going away, “Come fuck me … now …” Bhimu paused and looked at her. “Come, take me in my asshole … …”, she uttered the disgusting words.
Immediately, he retuned to her. With the knife, he sawed at the knots on one hand and when it was free, he shifted to the other. Midway, he grew impatient and just turned her around. Stroking his semi-erect cock, he brought it to acceptable hardness. Then without any further ado, he drove inside her ass. Puja had anticipated the sudden assault and clenched her eyes shut, but her mind was racing. She opened her eyes and searched for the knife, it was within her reach. As Bhimu, went on pounding behind her, she got the knife and severed the remaining bindings. Bhimu was too gone by the time to care. She needed time to think, time to act – the first important thing was to get to her clothes and next to get out of the house…
After he had erupted inside her, he had become quiet. He laid down on the floor and closed his eyes. The exertion and the sexual release had done the trick. Bhimu started snoring. That is when she picked up the courage to stand up. She looked back at him, he was sleeping peacefully, and then she dashed into the drawing room. Putting on her clothes hastily, she stole a look at the bedroom door; but she didn’t dare to go in. Hurriedly, she took out her mobile and called the professor …
“Come, urgent, Bhimu is mad…” The mobile flew from her hand as Bhimu’s fist smashed her face. With horror, she realized that the beast was awake, and looking at her with blood rimmed eyes. The knife glistened in his hand.
Pure survival instincts saved her. She dashed to the door, opened it and ran out. Bhimu, gave chase but stumbled over, he was still on a high … Puja ran without looking back, forgetting everything for she had to cover the next couple of hundred meters … to reach safety … it was that or her life …
* * *
Kajol looked at her watch and made a face.
“Don’t worry”, Mr. Rao assured her, “We will reach in time.”
Preeti had helped her in arranging the bed and otherwise clean-up.
“Thank you”, she had said gratefully, for she was running late for tryst with the professor. Preeti had only smiled back.
On the way to the University, Mr. Rao had insisted on picking some food on the way. Though she had said no, she was grateful for the couple of sandwiches forced on her. She was hungry after their romp, but only realized that later. All her attention was on the time that she would arrive. In their presence, she couldn’t possibly place a call to the professor. That bugged her. It was already nearing one pm and she didn’t know how the professor would take to her arriving late. Moreover, she had asked Mr. Rao to have her dropped at the department building, for of course she couldn’t mention that she had to go to his residence. It was a good fifteen minute walk between the two. Involuntarily, she started chewing on a nail…
They dropped her at the department and she walked to the professor’s chamber – might as well have a look – in case he was here. On the way, she took out her mobile and placed a call to him. The phone went on ringing and ringing..
By the time, she had arrived at his chamber and found the doors open. And his cellphone was ringing right there on his desk. ‘What the hell happened?’, she cried in alarm. What made him leave without the phone, she wondered, as she checked the attached bathroom and he wasn’t anywhere inside …
She lowered herself into a chair, wondering what to do …
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